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ScapeGod
03:46
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Speak my name and I disappear
Incubus, spread famine and fear
Pale horse overtakes ahead and so my days are finally counted
Speak my name and I disappear
Bring to dust every city that spreads my fame
May only my sin remain
And the sands of time sweep away my shame
[How much must be given]
Tongue alight
Free my shackled mind
Close my eyes
And pity the light
How much must be given of the flesh?
How long before there's nothing left?
I tire of these organic things
No use for a tongue that can't speak
How long before the kiss of death?
40 given willingly
Speak my name, I was never here
Indifferent, from the void it peers
Pale horse overtakes ahead and gestures for me to follow him
Speak my name, I was never here
No parable
No parable
The sacred son gives up the ghost, laments his lot alone
No parable
How much must be given of the flesh?
How long before there's nothing left?
I tire of these organic things
No use for a tongue that can't speak
How long before the kiss of death?
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I Am He, The Godless
04:17
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As the sun reaches its noontide
And the mountain echoes my disdain
All the flock gathers in false assembly
And my descent begins
Man is a dying breed in these sands
Damned but not yet dead, they scoff at the warning of the depth within
See how the rope-dancer's assured
God is dead and we have shown him the rope
Sophist priests have spoke their final eulogy
For the soul is dead even before the body
The fool begins his descent to the void
A shattered corpse now converses with I
Feast your eyes on the modest abused
Look behind and let shame be your muse
The downgoing; it's beckoning
How could we think this is everything?
The pinnacle of all we could be?
Can you hear it? The wind's own sigh
I utter deathless words but they want peace of mind
Can you feel it? The complacent disease
Lo, the last will look back and blink in apathy
What I dreamed to be an awakening
They have willed into doomsday
Every town, every hopeless procession
Has yielded no sign of my ascension
As the sun reaches its noontide
And the mountain echoes my disdain
All the flock gathers in false assembly
And my descent begins
As the sun reaches its noontide
And the herd is led astray
God is dead, vilified
Defile the body, the self deny no more
All I ever wanted
Was for the better of our kind
Descend, descend
The downgoing begins
To create something that lasts
Beyond ourselves
Defile the body, deny the self no more
An abyss in themselves they could never cross
We will never be anything more
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Omnirepulsive
05:18
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Ritual's on and the whimpering's begun
Children culled singing "Hallelujah"
What's left to give to this?
Just wishful psychosis
Don't they look precious in their naivety?
Hang the Godhead
Fall your idols
In the name of nothing and no one
Shed the skin of the victim that you've donned
Embrace the things that make you grow
The hardest part is letting go
The first leap always seems so far
This isn't love, this isn't awe
Seek yourself, find your own way down
Service won't make you whole, out of the hive, out of the anthill
Service won't make you whole, a will to sentience so long ago expired
We're stuck in our own feedback loops
Negative in all we do
Every day a death
Submit with every breath
We don't deserve forgiveness
Hang the Godhead
Fuck this madness
We are not your chosen
Sweat this guilt in someone else's bed
[Don't they look precious?]
[Don't they look innocent?]
Don't they look precious in their naivety?
Picture-perfect, primed for molding
Blank canvases, the perfect specimens
Don't they look precious in their naivety?
Blind congregate, fools joined in their deceit
Don't they look precious?
Did they find their faith when you forced their heads in?
I hail the day I found the strength to exist
Exit, exit
Did they find their faith when you forced their heads in?
Exit, exit
Fuck a heaven and hell, find the strength to just exist
Anosios
Joining hands, now one with me:
There is only horror in the holy
Joining hands, now one with me:
There is only horror in the holy house
Horror in the holy house
Horror in the holy
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Our Last Crusade Calgary, Alberta
8-string Metal from Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
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